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Gent. Most sure, and vulgar: every one hears
that, Which can distinguish sound.
Edg. But, by your favour, How near's the other army?
Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry Stands on the hourly thought.
Edg. I thank you, sir : that's all.
[Exit Gent. Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take thy breath from
Edg. Well pray you, father.
Glo. Hearty thanks :
Glo. Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough to it.
[Edgar opposes. Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant, Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence; VOL. VIII.
costard or my
Lest that the infection of his fortune take
Edg. Ch’ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor'ye, or ise try wbether your be the harder : Ch’ill be plain with you.
Stew. Out, dunghill!
Edg. Ch’ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no matter vor your foins.
[They fight; and Edgar knocks hin down. Stew. Slave, thou hast lain me:-Villain, take
my purse; If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body; And give the letters, which thou find'st about me, To Edmund earl of Gloster; seek him out Upon the British party :-0, untimely death! [Dies.
Edg. I know thee well: A serviceable villain ;
Glo. What, is he dead?
[Reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully of fered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror: Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my
gaol ; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour.
Your wife, (so I would say,) and your affectionate servant,
O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!
[Exit Edgar, dragging out the body. Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my
sense, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Of my hage sorrows! Better I were distract: So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose The knowledge of themselves.
Re-enter EDGAR. Edg. Give me your
hand : Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend.
SCENE VII.A tent in the French camp. LEAR
on a bed, asleep; Physician, Gentlemen, and others, attending
Enter CORDELIA, and Kent. Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live, and
To match thy goodness: My life will be too short, And every measure fail me.
Kent. To be acknowledg’d, madam, is o'erpaid. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so.
Cor. Be better suited : These weeds are memories of those worser hours; I pr’ythee, put them off.
Kent. Pardon me, dear madam; Yet to be known, shortens my made intent: My boon I make it, that you know me not, Till time and I think ineet. Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.--How does the king?
[To the Physician. Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cor. O you kind gods,
Phys. So please your majesty,
Cor. Be govern’d by your knowledge, and proceed I'the sway
your own will. Is he array’d? Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him. Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake
Cor. Very well.
Kent. Kind and dear princess!
Cor. Had you not been their father, these white
flakes Had challengʻd pity of them. Was this a face To be expos'd against the warring winds ? To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder? In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu !) With this thin helm?-Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my
fire: And wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack ! 'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all.--He wakes; speak to him.
Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest.
majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the
Cor. Sir, do you know me?
Cor. O, look upon me, sir,